Kore Wa Kore (KWK) Came to me like a long awaited breeze in a hot summer day. We had dreamt of it younger, but today we made it. We actually, really did!
Behind the curtains, what I had to be to build my career and what I had to live to learn my job was far from a fairy tale.
I grew up looking up to my brothers while playing with their math notebooks. No KWK anywhere.
Imagine yourself studying from Monday to Saturday with an average of 7 hours a day. Imagine having over thirteen subjects per semester with outdated content. Imagine that less than a tenth of that material is not even close to the standards of the field.
KWK means : Survival mode is on!
How can a person develop knowledge in a system that appreciates grades, a real-world that needs skills, and a body that looks for rest? Especially since the real-world demands present-day skills from us. And much more importantly, our bodies and minds need to be treated with respect.
I sincerely hope you do not understand what I am talking about. Because if that is the case, you are part of the survivors’ club. I spent 5 years in the engineering studies cycle, and my focal survival mechanism was to put my life on hold and go into survival mode.
Is it a far-fetched dream to have a career without torturing ourselves?
One might ask why I didn’t choose a different path. The answer is “there wasn’t another option at that time.” I spent my high school years studying like a madwoman, so I can go to a “good university” and get to have a successful career. But was all that worth it?
I have seen people carried and on the verge of suicide. I saw some young people who cursed their parents. I have seen professors who by complexes oppressed talented students.
“If you don’t feel it, flee from it. Go where you are celebrated, not merely tolerated.”
Paul F. Davis
I figured it out the hard way.
My first trip outside of Tunisia was to the U.S. as an exchange student. That made me rediscover what it meant to have a career. We are not here to follow the path we see in the footsteps of those who came before us, only because they found their fortune at the end of it. As much as I love and still love computer engineering, I wish I had so much within my reach when I needed it.
Each individual in this group had to go through this impassable path; we do not want to let you follow in our footsteps: it would not be a crossing that we wish for you. Instead, let’s create easier passages, paths, and paths for dreaming minds. I would say that KWK is an emanation of our desire for knowledge, a manual of life that we were deprived of during our youth.